The World In Her Hand


At first when Rose told me, I didn’t believe her. After all, I was the one with a physics degree. If I didn’t know how the universe worked down to the last detail, at least I had a good idea what was going on….

Or that was what I thought until I saw what Rose was holding in her hand.

We were together in her bed, both lying on our sides facing each other. At first, she had a thoughtful look in her eyes.

I thought something was wrong.

‘What is it?’ I reached out and stroked a strand of sweat-dampened hair out of her eyes.

She shook her head looking down at the small expanse of rumpled sheet between us. ‘Nothing.’

‘There is something…. Is it… me?’

Rose looked up. She took my hand from her face and held it in hers, kissing my fingers. She smiled at me. ‘Of course not.’ The smile faltered. ‘Well, it is about you… a bit.’

I knew it. She wanted to end it.

She saw my look. ‘No, nothing like that.’ Now she reached out a reassuring hand to me. ‘It is something more about me. Something you do not know, but I must tell you.’

‘Is it something… bad?’

She shook her head. ‘At least, I don’t think it is bad… but you might see it differently.’

I shook my head. I couldn’t ever see anything bad about Rose, or so I thought then.

‘It is just the way you talk about the world, the universe… science.’

‘I know I ca be a bit of a bore, I’ve always loved science, physics. I know I get a bit carried away at times…. I….’

‘No, it is not that.’ Rose shifted in the bed.

‘What is it then?’

‘It is just….’ She bit her lower lip.

‘What?’ I said. ‘You know you can say anything to me… really.’ I stroked her arm, that wonderfully soft skin.

‘Are you sure?’


‘Even if it is about your most cherished beliefs? Everything you know and understand about the world, the universe?’

‘What? What is this? What are you talking about?’

Rose looked deep into my eyes. ‘It is just everything you know about science, about physics….’

‘Yes, well, what about it?’

‘It is wrong.’

‘What?’ I laughed. ‘Don’t be daft….’

It was then she showed me.

She took my world, this universe, in her hand and twisted it into something new.

She was right too, everything I thought I knew about everything… it was all wrong.

I still loved Rose though.


Published by David Hadley

A Bloke. Occasionally points at ducks.

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